Weekly Features

Frictionless Capitalism

Weekly feature by: TS Hidalgo Don’t waste any time, Sir, without sharing your bullshit opinion. Although they don’t pay you for it. Be brave. Don’t turn yourself into a mere extra in your own life. Take off the mask. And step forwards. You waste your time, Sir, if you don’t share your darkest depths. Nonexistent time does not generate, among other things, argument, noise, controversy. The world can’t survive without your bullshit opinion. Get out Read more…

By Chris, ago
Weekly Features

Where to Place

Weekly feature by: Rebecca Starkman I had that dream where you died again feeling relief woken by despair waiting I fell in black tar—the kind you find at Dolores Park—and it stained my lung I coughed up gilded fighting tooth and nail to hold in rot a little longer, a little longer xanax clouds hold no water but that’s OK because we can go anywhere if you just look to the sky in-between for mercy Read more…

By Chris, ago
Weekly Features

Smaller

Weekly feature by: Cara L McKee My father’s friend hooked his fingers in my fishnets, touching the skin of my thigh. I caught my breath, not in pleasure (did I need to tell you?) but in the shock of transgression. I got to my feet to leave, made for the door while he begged me not to tell. He explained that I had led him on: the short skirt, the slutty tights, I should forgive Read more…

By Chris, ago
Weekly Features

Flight Delayed

Weekly feature by: Jonathan Ferrini “Place your head between your knees and brace for landing” They say your life flashes before your eyes when you die but I don’t fear death. I was provided the opportunity to turn back the hands of time and experience the glory of my first love. I’m grateful we reunited after so many years, reminisced about the love we shared, and said goodbye. Flight cancelled. Rescheduled for 7am. My flight Read more…

By Chris, ago
The Bitchin' Kitsch Issues

The B’K March 2018 Issue

Featuring Art by: Olivier Schopfer, Chris Talbot-Heindl, and Dana Talbot-Heindl Fiction by: Jonathan Ferrini Poetry by: Christopher Barnes, JD DeHart, TS Hidalgo, James Croal Jackson, Edward Lee, Cara L McKee, Victoria Marie Pecsenye, Douglas Polk, Carla Sameth, and John Sanchez Prose by: Arif Ahmad and Rebecca Starkman Read the issue here.

By Chris, ago
The Bitchin' Kitsch Issues

The B’K February 2018 Issue

Featuring Art by: Greg Counard, Carlos Franco-Ruiz, Alyssa Havens, and Dana Talbot-Heindl Non-fiction by: Arif Ahmad Poetry by: Christopher Barnes, Sissy Buckles, Clara Burghelea, Richard Dinges Jr, Niina Tsuyuki Dubik, TS Hidalgo, Mark Mitchell, KG Newman, David Sermersheim, Rodd Whelpley, Mark Young Prose by: Tommy Paley and Chris Talbot-Heindl Read the issue here.

By Chris, ago
Weekly Features

LaToya’s Ode to George Vanderbilt, Thinking of Her Grandfather

Weekly feature by: Clara B. Jones She can’t recall the moment she heard you in the forest trammeling trilliums with boots heavy as cows who sacrificed their skins to shelter your feet. She does remember walking across shards of soil, a friend turning to blow a milkweed seed aloft in humid air while she raised a glass of seltzer to her lips festive as a child in Brooklyn eating chips and oranges, her friend singing Read more…

By Chris, ago
Weekly Features

Hāfu

Weekly feature by: Niina Tsuyuki Dubik Sometimes it means Constant corrections To complete strangers. “No, that’s my aunt, not my mother.” Your curly light brown hair, Your hazel eyes, Your blue eyed aunt, Your Asian mother. When I got older My hair got straighter, Darker, And I still don’t look like my mother. Ukrainian dance And kendo since you were seven But some days You don’t feel like you can claim either culture. You’re not Read more…

By Chris, ago
Weekly Features

Medusa

Weekly feature by: Kristen Clark Often times I wonder If Medusa was actually a man. Or if it is just her spawn that slithers on this earth. I know a few men that have the wickedness to turn women into stone. When they undress us with their eyes and their lizard tongue lashes out and their serpent hands reach around our hair our necks our bodies. As warriors, we prepare for this battle. We prepare Read more…

By Chris, ago
Weekly Features

Fear*

Weekly feature by: Rodd Whelpley I am a monstrous giant to this bunny, fallen in my window well. He quivers, sees, perhaps, my box, my coaxing stick, bursts forth his piercing shriek. Surely, if he could, he’d sprout tiger claws, some gnarlsome teeth – Assume Goliath size, slash me, savage me, goad me with my cudgel to beat him down. Unknowingly would forsake how I will lift him. Place his box in an open field. Read more…

By Chris, ago